Now my b*tch a dancer, I’m bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you'd probably rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It’d probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I’ll hold down the ship
Leave you dudes floating in water and go and drown a fish
F*ck, I’m f*cking heinous, I’ll make you f*cking famous
Them lead showers is coming, f*ck is you sayin’

3.4 oz

Spray Bottle

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